Chapter two hundred and ninetieth, chop him up for me
At present, the competition in Group H has ended, and the judges are explaining some rules and precautions for the next round of competition to the shortlisted Miss Yiyi and Mr. Wang Jingchang.
During this period, Master Fatty Li continued to grab the ground with his head, cursing, "God has no eyes!" Master Luo Wen, when the judges announced that other contestants could leave early, turned around quickly and prepared to take Robert and the others away from the scene.
To be honest, Master Luo Wen doesn't want to run away with his tail between his legs in such a dejected manner. Even if he loses, he has to walk out of the competition venue with his head held high. This is in line with Master Luo Wen's proud life.
But it doesn't work, because Tang Seng and those idiots have been looking at me with extremely gloating expressions! The most annoying thing is that Tang Seng and Weslin, these two bastards, actually brought the scene of their celebration to another
Played it again?!
"Hello to all the viewers in front of the TV, I am Rowan Zmich from the SIPG Hotel. Oh my, I am very happy that I can win the championship in this competition. Oh my god, come on, come on, come on, hurry up.
Audiences, tell me about your acceptance speech. Why are you running? Come quickly! Haven't you always been looking forward to this day?" Elder Tang held his stomach and almost burst into tears.
Old Wei was so out of breath that he waved his hands shyly, "Oh, Master, I can't do it. Oh, Master, I'm nervous. Oh, Master, my father will be proud of me, right?"
"Hahahaha! Proud, I am very proud of you!"
"Ah hahahaha, oh my gosh, I almost died laughing."
Seeing Lao Wei and Tang Seng holding each other's shoulders and almost lying down laughing, Master Luo Wen... was so ashamed and angry! Although now he wanted to break up and kill all the bastards from the secret party on the spot.
He was killed, but because of the existence of that young man, Master Luo Wen had to cover his face and prepare to escape from this place that would make him wake up in shame and anger even in his dreams.
But at this moment, just as Master Luo Wen was covering his face and preparing to run away, Zi Ming suddenly appeared in front of him with a serious look on his face.
Looking at the young master who was so ashamed and angry that he was about to hide his face and run away, he saw the God of Good and Evil Cooking looking like a meditator. He nodded seriously and said, "Master, I think I know why the secret party's porridge is so..."
It’s delicious.”
At this moment, listening to the ridicule from Tang Seng and the others behind him, although Master Luo Wen wanted to run away, but faced with the news in front of him that was most likely the secret weapon of the secret party's cooking competition, Master Luo Wen still couldn't bear it.
He listened to the jeers behind him and asked.
"Why? Did the secret party people use their abilities to become so delicious? But who? There is no one here whose abilities are related to food, right?" Master Luo Wen was puzzled.
Hearing this, Ziming pushed up his black-rimmed glasses with some embarrassment, lowered his head and said, "Young Master, do you still remember that Xiaolan made you a pot of black paste a few days ago?
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Luo Wen was stunned for a moment, then blinked his eyes in confusion and said, "Are you talking about the soup Xiaolan specially made for me some time ago? What's the matter? It's delicious."
Looking at his ignorant young master carefully, Zi Ming couldn't help but grin slightly, "That young master, actually Xiao Lan, Xiao Lan actually... actually planned to get his ears and eyes pierced that day, but because he was afraid
You don't agree, after all, you are very strict with her... So she found me that day and asked me to use some power in her soup, preferably to make you faint after drinking it.
The kind of person who will die for days and nights..."
Seeing his young master's increasingly dull expression, Zi Ming said weakly, "So, so young master, the soup you drank that day was actually prepared by me with my own Evil God's Kiss..."
After hearing this news that was like a bolt from the blue, Master Luo Wen didn't speak for a long time.
After a while, Master Luo Wen looked at Zi Ming blankly. While his brain was digesting it quickly, he couldn't help but say, "But that bowl of black soup is really delicious. Although there is a green smell in the soup,
There are still many corroded live fish in which only the skeletons can be seen, but..."
Having said this, Master Luo Wen was stunned, and then quickly turned to look at the chef's workbench on the other side of the secret party.
Looking at the big pot on the workbench, looking at the strange black porridge still emitting thick black gas...
Looking at all this, Master Luo Wen was silent for a long time...
After a moment, Master Luo Wen, who raised his head slightly, exhaled heavily and patted Zi Ming's shoulder. Master Luo Wen smiled slightly, and his smile was already a little abnormal...
"You, you don't want to tell me that the reason why Xiaolan's bowl of soup that was meant to poison me tastes so good is because you used your own ability! And the secret party's bowl of porridge was actually very difficult to eat.
I drank it, but after you used your ability, you actually changed..."
Zi Ming scratched his head in embarrassment, "That young master, I only discovered today that although my ability can indeed make all the food in the world particularly unpalatable, just like the porridge made by that fat man. But,
But it seems that if you encounter that kind of dish that is particularly unpalatable, even the most unpalatable in the world, it, it seems to make it very delicious?"
Uncle Robert looked confused, "A negative is a positive?"
Zi Ming also looked embarrassed, "I, I don't know too well. After all, my ability has always been to make food particularly unpalatable, and it has never happened... But, Xiao Lan...
I actually felt a little guilty once, but I wasn't sure because I had tested it and found that even if it was moldy bread, my ability would still make it more unpalatable. However, this time it was against the secret party.
...I feel like my ability can really make extremely unpalatable food taste better...but I can't confirm it, but other than that, there seems to be nothing else.
Explained..."
Listening to Zi Ming's words, Abel and Andrea couldn't help but communicate quietly on the side.
"I originally thought that Zi Ming's Kiss of the Evil God was enough of a trick, but to my surprise, it was even more trick than we expected! It was actually able to... But then again, he wasn't a trick, right? After all, it's the most unpalatable in the world.
Zi Ming will probably meet these two people in his lifetime."
Abel raised his head and touched his chin, "Oh, I was talking about why Xiaolan beat Ziming every day some time ago. It turned out to be because of this..."
Looking at the dull Rowan, Abel's beautiful pure blue eyes were filled with the word compassion.
"The young master is so pitiful. After eating the soup Xiaolan made for him, he didn't curse for several days and smiled brightly at everyone he saw. But in the end, Xiaolan actually planned to poison him to death.
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At this moment, after listening to Zi Ming's explanation and hearing Abel's whispers, Master Luo Wen felt very sad...
Looking at Zi Ming who was still muttering in front of him, "So my ability still has this effect? Well, it seems that I am right to call myself the Good and Evil Chef God", and listened to his words that made me angry all the time.
As for the words, Luo Wen was silent for a long time...
After finally smoothing over the current situation, Master Luo Wen, who looked desolate, smiled...
Young Master Luo Wen, who held Zi Ming's shoulders with a kind face, tremblingly pointed in the direction of Tang Seng and the others.
"That is to say, you not only eliminated us in the first round, but also successfully sent the secret party to the next round!"
"Is that so?" The kind young master Luo Wen looked at the Good and Evil Cooking God amiably.
Seeing his young master's increasingly rapid breathing and feeling the slight chill emanating from his body, Zi Ming swallowed deeply as he held his shoulders.
"Young Master, can you listen to my explanation?"
Rowan smiled and shook his head.
"No need to explain, come on, take him out and chop him up!"
At this point, Master Luo Wen finally broke out like a man-eating demon, pinching Zi Ming's neck with a ferocious face and roaring sharply!
"Take him out and chop him up! Chop him into pieces! Don't even leave any bone residue!"
"No, I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill this bastard!!!"
"You trash! You are the biggest trash in the world!! I, I'm going to chop you up, I'm going to chop you up!"
Seeing the collapse of Young Master Luo Wen, he had already picked up the kitchen knife and rushed towards Zi Ming. Uncle Robert hurriedly hugged the waist of the crazy Young Master Luo Wen and advised him tearfully.
"Master, Master, please be patient! There is still a chance, we still have a chance!"
The furious Young Master Rowan kicked Uncle Robert aside, and the kitchen knife in his right hand made a slash!
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"
Andrea, who had long brown hair, hurriedly hugged Master Rowan's legs and shouted loudly, "Master, Zi Ming still has to participate in the resurrection match. If you chop him down, we will really be doomed."
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"Abel, why are you still standing there, take Ming away quickly!" Uncle Robert desperately hugged Master Rowan's waist again,
"Bang!" As soon as Uncle Robbit finished shouting, Young Master Luo Wen, who was so angry that his eyes were blood red and his hair was standing still, threw the kitchen knife out of his hand and inserted it right at Zi Ming's feet.
"I'm going to chop him up, I'm going to chop him up and feed him to the dogs!!"
"Abel, run quickly, run with Ziming, let's hold the young master back!!"
Abel hurriedly escaped from the venue with the Good and Evil Cooking God. From time to time, kitchen knives and frying spoons flew over behind him, as well as Master Rowan's evil roar.
"Chop him! Chop this bastard!!"
If Abel and the others hadn't tried their best to stop Rowan, who was so angry that he collapsed, the Good and Evil God of Cooking would have been chopped into pieces today...
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Dejected, he led Abel and the others walking down the long corridor of the hotel. Young Master Luo Wen, who was filled with despair, walked with dull eyes. As he walked, Young Master Luo Wen's handsome face showed a strange smile from time to time.
.......
Hehe, hehehe, so, so what is the current situation like? Well, you have to think about it, you have to think about it carefully! Think about it carefully, and make sure nothing goes wrong.
Young Master Luo Wen took a deep breath, with tears in his eyes, and covered his chest with grief and anger.
That is, it means that we could have won originally. If I didn't let Zi Ming torment the fat guy named Li, the judges might give us a chance to do it again. After all, Zi Ming's strength lies here.
But, as a result, something went wrong with Fatty Li, so the judges couldn't give us a chance to come back, so we were smoothly eliminated in the first round of qualifying.
Moreover, the secret party's bowl of black porridge was originally very unpalatable. As a result, I asked Zi Ming to use his ability, and it turned out that Zi Ming's bastard's ability actually allowed him to cook the most unpalatable food in the world.
Become the most delicious bug in the world!
In other words, it is equivalent to us personally sending the Camarilla into the next round of the competition. It is our Demon Party who helped the Camarilla enter the finals?! And then we ourselves were eliminated...
Haha, hahahaha... Oh, if Karl knew this situation, he would laugh to death...
Young Master Luo Wen blinked his eyes with tears in his eyes, well, he won't die from laughing, he can laugh like crazy...
At this moment, Young Master Luo Wen no longer wants to think about it anymore. He is too lazy to say anything about his life insights. How to say it... He is tired...
Patting the shoulder of the good and evil chef next to him, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, his glasses were damaged with only one lens left, and he was still bleeding from the nose, Master Luo Wen sighed deeply.
"Dear Mr. Good and Evil Chef God, you should feel lucky, because if I didn't have to rely on you to continue competing, I would have chosen to tear you into pieces just now. Ah, be lucky, our Mr. Chef God, I hope you can...
Resurrect me successfully in the second round, otherwise..."
"Master, I'm going to study the Chinese cuisine and strive for..." Zi Ming shrank his bruised and swollen face, "You, please watch my performance."
Seeing that Zi Ming finally missed the mark, Master Luo Wen smiled complicatedly in his heart.
Forget it, accept your fate, at least you can get rid of this bastard's second-grade disease and his habit of telling lies. This is not without gain, huh?
But when he thought of the bold words he had said in front of Karl before, Master Rowan felt his face burning with pain. To be honest, the person he was most afraid of seeing right now was none other than Karl!
When he thought that Karl would come to him with a smile on his face, Master Rowan felt as if he was being put on a fire and had his mouth slapped in pain.
"Until Ziming is successfully resurrected, no one is allowed to leave the room. Anyone who sees the secret party should just turn around and leave. Do you understand?"
Uncle Robert and others nodded, "I understand, young master."
Without saying anything else, Master Luo Wen crossed his back and led the men behind him back to the room miserably.
If nothing unexpected happens, our dear Master Luo Wen and the Good and Evil Chef will not be seen for a long time.
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At this moment, in the VIP room on the 50th floor of Donghuang Hotel, a heart-rending scream suddenly sounded.
“Ten million is mine!!”
After this old voice, another young roar came from a private room on the second floor.
"My five hundred thousand!!"
Hearing these two screams, the boss and chairman in the VIP room on the first floor smiled and did not take the unlucky Mr. Pao and Brother Feng to heart, but continued to chat about their gains this time.
Only Mr. Liu stared stupidly at the broadcast of the Group H match in front of him.
"You can win this...how can you win?"
The old chairman who had given special advice to Commissioner Huang before was sitting next to Mr. Liu at the moment, staring at the live broadcast of the Group H match, and said with astonishment, "This group is really evil. It actually became a dark horse, and all at once.
Just two!"
The old chairman held the wine glass and shook his head in admiration, "Originally, the most promising people in this group were Tianyue Hotel and Shanghai SIPG Hotel. Who would have thought that these two most promising hotels were actually eliminated? Especially the Shanghai SIPG Hotel.
Hong Kong Hotel, oh, I don’t even know what to say. That young man’s cooking skills are really good, but he always feels a bit stupid. He dares to compete without even understanding the spirit of the competition. What’s the difference between this and a stupid young man?
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As soon as the old chairman finished speaking, he saw an angry Mr. Pao running down the stairs on the second floor with Brother Feng, shouting as he ran.
"Damn, there's an inside story! There's definitely an inside story! It must be those judges who deliberately embarrass us! Xiaofeng, follow me and go find them!"
Seeing the furious Mr. Pao rushing out of the VIP room, the boss and chairman on the first floor said cheerfully, "Hey, I'm so desperate, hahaha."
"Listen to this, this guy lost more than 10 million? Good guy, which group is it? Such a big dark horse can break out."
"Group H, I watched the competition in that group, and there were quite a few dark horses. What a pity, why didn't you just buy it? The biggest dark horse, Yaozi Hotel, paid 4.60 for one. Alas, I happened to buy it.
The bastard in that hotel is really making money."
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At this moment, Comrade Huang Xiaobei, who was still sitting in the corner of the billiard table, turned his back to Karl, who was staring at him with a complicated expression. He leaned his head against the wall, holding a large ice cream that had been eaten in his arms, and heard the voice coming from the VIP room behind him.
There was a lot of noise, and the commissioner with a frustrated face looked back dissatisfied.